The Wolf, the Fox, and the Envelope
#1 of The Trouble with Foxes
A pretty short beginning to an idea I have. Featuring a fox and a wolf in a relationship (because that's totally original and never happens anywhere, right?) and the promise of impending trouble in relation to the fox's job. More details to follow.
Ok, so it's been about three months or something crazy since I've even posted a journal on here. I'm going to see what I can cook up in the next hour and a half or so before I need to pack up shop again. Ok. Deep breath. Writing powers activate!
My boyfriend is an amazingly supportive person. I don't know how many people would put up with me. My job often requires me to keep odd hours or be away for sometimes even weeks at a time. It does allow me more time off than most people, though, so I guess we still get to spend more time together than most couples. Still, I think it's safe to say that most people wouldn't date people in my line of work. It would be too trying for another number of reasons. I'm a lucky guy. However, he did always tell me it would get me in trouble.
He wasn't wrong. Still, at least he didn't say "I told you so."
I wouldn't have, and indeed didn't, recognise it as anything different than usual at the time, but my troubles all started a couple weeks ago. It seemed like any other day. Laze around home, watch TV, surf the web, cuddle with my boyfriend of eight months. Such an adorable and fluffy wolf. I could cuddle that guy until the end of days. Though he'd probably hit me if I called him adorable in public. Or in private. Any time at all, really. He's not a big fan of cute endearments. I had just finished some work the day before, so I had lots of leisure time. My work is on a contract basis, so I'll have periods where I work for a while and then have time off. It pays really well, though, so I don't often feel pressed for money between jobs. I can always find one soon enough again. Matthieu had a much more regular sort of nine to five job, but it was a Saturday, so we both had time to kill. He had already killed some time on top of me when we decided the weather was great for a walk. Actually, I told him the weather was great for a run, but he has less interest in physical fitness than I do, so I settled for a walk.
The weather was fantastic, a welcome change from the first half of May. Mother Nature finally seemed to clue in that winter was well and truly over and the temperature was at a comfortable seventeen degrees. There was a park not too far from our apartment that we often walked in. We were laughing at something stupid I said that I no longer remember, though he probably does, the bastard, when I saw trouble, though I didn't know it at the time. Trouble came, as it usually does, in the form of a fox. It's not racist if I say it.
I just noted him cursorily at the time. A swift fox, male, bit shorter than average, fit, attractive. Just because I'm attached doesn't mean I can't look. He was dressed in a casual suit, top two buttons of his shirt undone as well as the jacket. He just seemed to be taking in the sights as he walked the park. I was distracted by a paw on my ass at the time, so I didn't take much more notice. Maybe things could have turned out better if I had. Or worse. I don't like playing those sorts of guessing games.
Instead, I gave my wolf a peck on the cheek. I had to stand on tiptoe to do it, a fact I know he likes. We were walking in public, but I could tell his mind was already back in the bedroom. What a lecher. I used it as an excuse to get him to walk faster though. I really do enjoy my exercise, and I rather playfully told him we had to finish our usual path before I'd turn back for home. He tried to race me for all of ten seconds before he remembered that I could go around our path twice to his once and still beat him home. Still, he let me tug him along slightly faster than usual. I take whatever small victories I can get.
He tugged me up the stairs to our second story apartment, though I wasn't exactly complaining, mind you. He dropped the key he was so eager to get it in the door. You'd think we hadn't been at this only a couple hours before. I just shook my head as I picked up the key and got it in the first time I tried. I was a lot better with my paws than my lover, especially when excited. When the door was open, he pushed me into the apartment so quickly that I nearly couldn't shut the door behind us, though I did manage to drive the bolt home to prevent interruptions. Before I had a chance to do more, I was pushed up against the door while he dry humped my ass. Couldn't even wait to get us in the bedroom. Sometimes, I have to wonder about his libido. Not that I can honestly say it bothers me. I do tell him dishonestly sometimes, though, just to bug him.
Finally, he let me turn around. Shirts were the first thing to go. We helped each other take them off, though it probably would have been quicker to just take care of our own. Not anywhere near as fun, however. I was about to make pants go the same way as the shirts when he kissed me. I tried to warn him, but his lips swallowed my protests when we fell right over. I'm a tough guy. I've fallen out of trees and stuff in my day. However, that does not make getting squished by a wolf any more pleasant. I'm just grateful our living room was carpeted.
About half an hour later, we were still lying in about the same spot we'd fallen. He was still on top, but I'd switched to being face down. We were both pretty tired and were more or less dozing on the floor. My ears twitched at a soft sound, but in my haze, I just ignored it. It would only be much later that I noticed that someone had slipped an envelope under our door.
Ok, I'm going to end this here for the moment. People will be coming soon, so I'll need to pack up shop, and this is as good a place as any for now. Oh, and that's just a working title. I'll probably change it at some point. Way too cheesy, but I suck at coming up with titles.